A Seventies
Christmas
Surprise
As Suzie walked
down the stairs, she was wondering how long it would be before the rest of the
family returned from their Christmas walk.
It was a family tradition, just a sit was a tradition one of the family
had to stay behind t make sure the dinner was cooking.
It was her turn
this year, but the nineteen year old didn’t mind – it meant she ha da chance to
change before she checked the turkey.
She was wearing a purple corduroy slip dress over a long sleeved white
blouse, the tie neck fastened in a wide bow at her neck, and matching shoes in
soft suede.
Heading into
the kitchen, she opened the over door and basted the turkey, smiling as she
closed the door and stood up – before her eyes opened wide as a gloved hand was
pressed down over her mouth, and she was pulled back against someone.
“ho ho ho,” the
voice whispered into her ear, “you’re not going to struggle, are you?”
“Nhyhh,” Suzie
mumbled, too frightened and surprised to fight back, wondering what was going
on.
“Good girl –
walk with me,” the voice said as Suzie was made to walk back, then turned round
and frog marched into the front room. As
she tried to process what was happening, Suzie was made to lie face down on a long
wooden seat, her face buried into the leather seat cushions as her wrists were
pulled behind her back.
“What do you
want,” she asked, her voice muffled by the leather as she felt her saliva on
the top of the cushion.
“For you to
stop talking,” the voice said quietly as she felt rough cords forcing her
wrists together, and then her ankles, before she felt her legs being bent, her
ankles pulled back until she felt whoever this was bind her ankles to her
wrists.
“Raise your
head and close your eyes.”
As Suzie slowly
raised her head, she was shocked to feel something being pressed over her
mouth, pulling at the skin round her lips – but whatever it was, it was
preventing her from doing anything other than mumbling as the voice said “roll
over and face the back of this seat – and don’t move.” She rolled onto her side, feeling with her
fingers the rough cords that held her ankles back, and wondering what the
family were going to say when they came back to find her trussed like a turkey…
A Partridge
fan
He smiled as
Laurie put the album on the record player and lowered the needle into
place. “I knew you were a fan,” he said
as the music started to play, “but to dress like her?”
“Well, I like
this outfit,” Laurie said as she sat next to him. She had long blonde hair, and was wearing a
long blue crocheted sleeveless cardigan over a long sleeved white blouse, grey
pants and brown clogs. “Why – don’t
you?”
“I do,” he said
with a smile, “it’s perfect for what I want to do tonight. If you still want to do it?”
Laurie smiled
shyly and nodded as she looked into his eyes.
I want to
look behind the mirror of your eyes
And see the secret world, the world your words disguise
The birthplace of your sighs
I want to know the pain of all your silent fears
And when you speak of them, the ones that no one hears
I want to taste your tears
Gently, he kissed her on the lips, and then Laurie turned round, feeling his
gentle hands as he moved hers behind her back, and then the feel of the rope as
he started to tie her wrists together.
She had been frightened when he had suggested this, but now she knew he
would not hurt her…
I really
want to know you
I really want to know you
I really want to know you
I really want to know you
“How does it feel,” he whispered into her ear as he held her arms.
“Different…”
“Shall I
continue?”
Laurie slowly
nodded as she closed her eyes, and then felt the rope gently pulling her arms
into her sides.
I want to
share the dreams you’ve never shared before
To stand inside your soul, to unlock every door
And darling, even more
She glanced
down as she saw the bands of white rope, framing her chest as her blue cardigan
was pulled to the sides, her blouse stretched over her body. She looked so different, and then she watched
as he took the rope over her shoulder, the back of his hand stroking over her
breasts as he took the rope under the lower band between them, and pulled it
back up.
I can feel
your heartbeat
And you didn't even say a word
I can feel your heartbeat
But you didn't even say a word
Oh, I know, pretty woman
That your love can be heard
“I can, you know,” he whispered into her ear, “I feel it beating, fast,
strong.”
Laurie sighed
as she whispered “it feels so different, and yet…”
You can feel
my heartbeat, too
I can tell you're feelin' me
You can feel my heartbeat, too
I can see you feelin' me
Oh, I know, pretty woman
That your love can be heard, oh
Laurie felt the
gentle touch of his lips on her neck, and then heard him say “what is your
desire?”
“Touch me,” she
whispered.
We paint the
night
Let it shine in the light of our love
This is the night
Yeah, this is the night of our love
“Do you want to be quiet?”
Laurie slowly
nodded, closing her eyes and opening her mouth as she tasted the silk of the
white scarf he pulled between her lips.
She felt him tie it round her head, as the music continued.
I'll treat
you like a woman
Love you like a woman
Lord, I'll prove it, baby
I'm a man of my word
“Fhkhuhh,” Laurie mumbled, feeling the cloth getting wet in her mouth as she
closed her eyes, and felt his touch on her body.
Love, love,
can'tcha feel your heartbeat?
Love, love, I can feel your heartbeat
Love, love, can'tcha feel your heartbeat?
Love
“Merry Christmas, Laurie,” he whispered into her ear, Laurie nodding as she
lost herself in the sensations and the music.
And we paint
the night
Let it shine in the light of our love
This is the night
Yeah, this is the night of our love
I’ll treat you like a woman
Love you like a woman
Lord, I’ll prove it, baby
I’m a man of my word
Love, love, can’tcha feel your heartbeat?
Love, love, I can feel your heartbeat
Love, love, can’tcha feel my heartbeat?
Love, love, I can feel your heartbeat
Love, love, can’tcha feel my heartbeat?
Love, love, I can feel your heartbeat
Love, love, can’tcha feel it?
Love, love, I can feel it
Love, love, getting’ stronger
Love, love, oh, I can feel it
Love, love, I can feel it
Love, love, it’s getting’ stronger
Sisters,
Sisters
It was
Christmas Morning, and the lights on the artificial tree were shining,
illuminating the baubles and decorations as the light went on, and Barbie
walked slowly down the stairs. The
twenty year old was wearing a yellow sheer nightdress, with elbow length
sleeves, over a white slip, both coming down to above her knees. Her brown hair was cut in a bob, and she was
wearing black horn-rimmed glasses.
“Christmas
morning,” she said to herself as she looked round, and then heard a sound in
the kitchen. “Puss, have you come back
in,” she said as she walked in, but she was surprised by two things. One was the fact the back door that led to
the yard at the rear was open.
The other was
the young man standing there, looking at her before he said “Merry Christmas –
don’t say a word.”
“Who’s there,
Barbie?”
“We have an uninvited
guest,” Barbie said as a dark haired woman came into the kitchen, wearing a
pink nightdress in the same style as Barbie over a white slip. She looked at the young man, before he said “and
you are?”
“Cindy – Merry
Christmas, but why are you here?”
“I just need
somewhere to spend some time,” he said quietly, “and to get cleaned up, maybe
something to eat. But I need you two not
to raise the alarm…”
“Oh,” Cindy
said, “so you’re going to hold us hostage?”
“I’m afraid
so,” the man said as he picked a roll of brown packing tape up from the work
area, “and I’m truly sorry. Go into the
front room, and sit back to back.”
Cindy and
Barbie looked at each other, before the trio walked back into the front room,
the two girls sitting back to back as he knelt by Cindy.
“Can you put
your arms back round your sister?”
Barbie nodded
as she put her arms round, Cindy watching as he taped his sister’s wrists
together. He then went down and taped
her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees, before he said “going
to be quiet for a few minutes?”
“Sure,” Cindy
said as He moved to the side, and she put her arms back, feeling the tug on her`wrists
of the tape as he secured them together in front of Barbie. As he taped Barbie’s ankles and legs
together, he said “you two live alone?”
“Since our
parents died – well, our brother is in Vietnam, but basically yes.”
“So he has some
things upstairs?”
Barbie nodded
as the man patted the tape down on her legs.
“How long?”
“Six months –
we miss him…”
He nodded as he
tore some tape from the roll, and then said “listen – Christmas is no time to
be alone. I’m going to gag you and your
sister, then go and clean myself up – but with your permission, I’ll do
something for you after that?”
“What?”
“You’ll see –
now, purse your lips.”
Barbie put her lips
together as he covered them with the tape, and then she heard Cindy mumble as
she was gaged as well. As the two of
them watched him walk up the stairs, Barbie said “Jhslhkhldthms?”
Cindy nodded, remembering
when their father would play this game with them when they were younger girls…
A short while
later, he came back down, wearing their brother’s pants and short as he knelt
down and said “why don’t I cook your Christmas Dinner, and let you get changed
later?”
“Whlluhdhshmfhmfhrhs,”
Cindy mumbled, waiting as he removed the tape from her mouth before he said
“what?”
“Tie us to the
chairs, then leave us bound and gagged in them – it was a – family thing?”
He looked at
Barbie, who nodded as he said “Have you got
any rope?”
“In the utility
room.”
“Okay,” he said
as he gagged her again.
Which is how
the police found Cindy and Barbie later that night, in their dresses, tied to
chairs and gagged with cleave gags, watching the television…
She kissed
Santa
“Sit down and
make yourself comfortable.”
Linda nodded as
she looked at the man pointing a gun at her.
She didn’t know what was worse – that someone had forced her way into
her house on the afternoon of the last day of school before Christmas, or the
fact the man was dre4ssed as Santa – the red suit, the wide black belt, the
hat, the white beard, the sack.
Except this
sack was empty – at the moment.
Linda herself
was wearing a red short sleeved dress, with a festive pattern at the yoke, and
black heels – and a worried expression as she sat herself on a dining chair,
her ankles together and to the side as Santa put the sack down. He drew from it several lengths of brown jute
rope, and walked over, taking Linda’s arms round the chair back before she felt
him use one length of rope to secure her wrists together.
“what do you
want,” Linda said quietly as she felt the rope go between her wrists as well.
“Valuables,
jewellery - money,” Santa said quietly, “gifts for me.”
“How – timely,”
Linda said quietly as he knelt in front of her, and lashed a second length of rope
around her ankles, binding them together before he secured them to the front
leg of the chair.
Linda shuffled
in the seat as he took another length of the brown rope, and secure her legs
together below her knees, his black gloved hands stroking her legs as he did
so.
“Do you mind?”
“My apologies,”
he said as he looked up, his blue eyes twinkling as he pulled the rope between
her legs, “but I need to make sure you stay here.” Standing up, he walked behind Linda as she
looked down, noting the way she was now secured would stop her trying to get
up.
She then gasped
as he passed the rope round her waist, pulling her back into chair before he
started to wind it round her arms, body and the chair back, forcing her to sit
upright.
“Good posture
is important, correct?”
“But not in
this way,” Linda said as she felt the rope on her body, keeping her held firmly
in place before he tied it off. He then
walked round in front of her, before he said “I want to steal one other thing.”
“and what is
that?”
“A kiss.” Before Linda could say anything, he pressed
his lips against hers, the white beard tickling her chin as she felt herself
respond. As he pulled back, she gasped,
and then saw the length of brown sticking plaster in his gloved hands.
Nodding, she
pursed her red lips as he pressed the material over her mouth, grateful the
kids did not see her – or her husband…
Teddy Tied
“And that – is
that!” Holly smiled as she tied the red
ribbon round the lats parcel, and then looked at the presents arranged under
the three. Her children were long in
bed, her husband working the night shift, and she was relaxing in a red body
stocking, covering her from her feet to her neck.
She slowly
stood up and looked at the pile, nodding before she turned round – and saw the
man behind her, dressed in black with a stocking pulled down over his head as
he stood there.
“Oh my
ghhdddwhheuh,” she mumbled as he placed a gloved hand over her mouth.
“Don’t worry –
I just need to spend a couple of hours here, but I need to make sure you cannot
raise the alarm while I am here,” he said as Holly saw the bag on the floor, a
string of pearls sitting on the top.
“Phlssldhntrhbhs…”
“I’m not
robbing you – I have more than enough for tonight – but the police are a little
too close for me,” he said as he smiled.
“Have you ever been tied up before?”
Holly nodded
slowly – it had been when she was a little girl, and the men had tied her up in
the bed as she held her teddy bear…
“How did you
cope then?” He removed her hand as Holly
gasped, and said “I was seven – my teddy kept me safe…”
Looking round,
he picked up a brown teddy bear and smiled.
“Well, he can do the same now.
Sit down on the couch with him.”
As Holly did that, he picked up the roll of red ribbon and said “Teddy
first – put his paws together.”
“You’re going
to tie my daughter’s teddy bear up?”
“To show you
have nothing to be afraid of – do it please.”
Holly nodded,
watching as the man took the ribbon and wrapped it round the teddy bear’s paws,
securing both sets together before he wound the ribbon round the head of the
stuffed toy, covering the stitched lips.
“There,” he
said with a smile, “why don’t you hug the teddy now.”
As Holly hugged
the bear in front of her, the masked man tied the free end of the ribbon round
her right wrists, then took it round her body before tying it round her left
wrist. She realised she could only move
her arms up and down, before he tied the ribbon round her upper arms to keep
them by her sides.
“You swear that
you are not going to take anything from us?”
“As I said, I
just need somewhere to keep lie low for a couple of hours,” he said as he cut
the ribbon, then came round and knelt in front of her, wrapping the ribbon
round her ankles over the stockings. He
took it between her legs, then up as he secured her legs together above her
knees.
She twisted her
legs round after he had cut it free, and then walked behind her. “I need you to be quiet, open your mouth.”
“I guess I
should say thank you,” Holly whispered before she felt him pull the ribbon
between her lips, wrapping it round her head several times before he tied it
off behind her head.
“Now relax,” he
said as he sat down, Holly nodding as her eyes slowly closed, hugging her teddy
for protection…
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